Monday, November 8, 2010

Irish parking

Well it started off a clear blue sky day and we went for a small walk, 4.5 miles, my wee legs are like jelly to be sure, were determined to do more than last weekend when we walked 2.9 miles through the forest, the only problem is 4.5 is now the benchmark. Anyway I happened to be passing when this old bloke parked his car in one fluid movement no having to back and fill I tell you what he put us young bucks to shame

The car was like that for about 20 mins as he went shopping. Another well parked car we came across today

Parking isnt their best trick.

'Can I have some Irish sausages please?' Asked Seamus. I want to make a proper Irish hot-dog.
The shop assistant looked at him and enquired, 'Are you Irish?'
'If I asked you for Italian sausage, would you ask me if I was Italian? Or, if I asked for German bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German? Or if I asked you for a Kosher hot dog, would you ask me if I was Jewish? Or, if I asked you for a Taco, would you ask me if I was Mexican? Would you, eh? Would you?'
The assistant replied, ' no' .
'And if I asked you for some Bourbon whiskey, would you ask me if I was American? What about Danish bacon, would you ask me if I was Danish?'
'Well, I probably wouldn't,' came the response.
Self-righteously, Seamus demanded, 'Well, all right then, why did you ask me if I'm Irish, just because I asked for Irish Sausages?'
'Because you're in a blooming shoe shop', replied the assistant.

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